Lora turned 2 sometime in March, according to the vets. Being a Mexican dog, the party was put off until the last minute. It was thrown by her doggie daddy, Miguel, who gifted her to me at age 5 months. You see the resemblance, right? The eyes, the smile.
Miguel served her up 4 chicken tacos and water. I gave her a new rawhide bone. Scott showed up with a can of Pedigree, which she wolfed down before we could even discuss which birthday song we would eventually not sing.
Scott also brought flowers. Lora sniffed them and then said her doggie mommie could have them. It was a lovely evening and the two bitches were home by 8:30pm
There has been no breakfast as of yet. She is working on the rawhide bone! Happy birthday, doggie dog.